Love In A Jar from "Standard Bohemian"

With such a sweaty face you must be drunk You need some change to catch the bus So I, dig right down, with a mortal hand I can deliver you, but I'm worried about Rwanda

I smile at who I used to be I liked myself and my quality But lately I've been swept away I'm going back, I'm going back to myself

Some say that a man is but a car But I know, we are specks of love Floating in a jar

Say, Hare Rama, Rama lunch, I wonder if I think too much Cos' I'm having trouble fitting in With my hippie friends, and their expensive wooden carvings

So if you want to take me Lord Just cut me with your sacred sword I'll be prepared, soul in hand So many turtles are hatching in the sand

Some say that a man is but a car But I know, we are specks of love Floating in a jar

Music & lyrics © Jimi Hocking 1998